Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Apollo Shroving · chunk 30 of 46

Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Master Gingle I pray you pay me ten groats for entering this Caveat in mine office. My fee my fee sir. Come to me at my lodging, and I will lay salt on this birds oil dor fear of flying away. I tell you Master Gingle. It will go near to cost you the manner of Foolingham. Let oaks and lands fly. I mean to glitter bright in Diamond▪ dearly dight. You must add. That men and dames may gaze, and say, What star is that, that glides along this way? What starts is that, etc. O excell: All the world could never have furnished me with such a Tutor. Say rather all the habitable circumference of this muddy massy earthy globe could not have afforded and suppeditated unto me so mellifluous an Indoctrinator, as is the curious Captain Compliment. O that I could by Metamorphosis be transformed into this eloquent man. Thou hadst better be transformed with Apuleius into a golden Ass. I tell thee I have written a large book of instructions how a man should wear his clothes, on which side his purse should lie in his pocket, which stocking he should draw on first upon ominous days. Indeed sir I have heard you often tell of a man that broke his leg because he pulled on his left stocking first on one of the dog days. I sirrah, and there was another, that had the toothache seven years after, because he picked his teeth with the south end of his picktooth, in stead of the north, while he was in his chamber meditating a discourse to be offered up before a bevy of Ladies. Is there south and north a picktooth? ay, it was touched with a loadstone. I would rather have picked my teeth with my knife thus, then have run into such a mischief. What say you? what do you? do you wear a knife about you? I'm sure it cost me a Mark, and I got mine arms graven upon the blade, three hobby-horses or, prancing in a field▪ or, bridled and saddled argent. Then I must n●s tell you my mind. I hoped well that you would prove under my hands, but now I doubt you are no Gentleman, I fear you'll never prove fashionable, I will rather employ my pains about other my scholars who have vowed never to wear knives. What? wear a knife. Nay I have done with you. Nay, good sir, I pray you do not cast me off, I'll rather cast away this clownish tool. I may take it up and wear it. No knife can wound my gentry. We burn day light. I must haste, and muster up my friends and advocates to plead for me in this Court. Sirrah Imp. run to Mistress Gingle, tell her, now 'tis time. I will be your Remembrancer to her: She shall protect you, else she is no mother for me.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayApollo Shroving
AuthorHawkins, William
Publication year (edition)1627
First performance / composition (Annals)1627 [Feb 6]
First performance (BritDrama)1627 [Feb]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Nonprofessional/School;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 907 · TCP A02827 · DEEP 730
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 720–744 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 46 in this edition
Length492 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.730
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Mster Gingle I pray you pay me ten groars forentring this Caueat in mine ffice. My see my see sir. Come to me at my lod , and I will lay alt on this birds yle dor feare o flyingg away. I tell you Master Gingle. It will goe neere to cost you the manner of Foolingham. Let oakes and lands flye. I meane to gltter bright in Diamond▪ dearely dight. You must adde. That men and dames may gaze, and say, Wht is that, that glides along this way? What starts is that, &c O excell All the world could neuer haue furnisht me with such a Tutor. Say rat er all the habitable circumference of this muddy masly earthy globe could not haue affoorded and suppeditated vnto me so melliuous an Indoctrinator, as is the curious Captaine Complement. O that I could by Metamorphasis be transformed into this eloquent man. Thou hadst better bee transformed with Apuleius o a golden Asse. I tell thee I haue written a large booke of instructions how a man should weare his cloaths, on which side his pe should lye in his pocket, which ocking he should draw on first vpon ominous dayes. Indeed I haue heard you often tell of a man that brake his legge because hee pul'd on his left stocking first on one of the dogge dayes. I sirra, and there was another, that had the toothach seuen yeeres after, because he pict his teeth with the south end of his picktooth, in stead of the north, while he was in his chamber meditating a discourse to be offred vp before a beny of Ladies. Is there south and non a picktooth? I, it was touched with a loadstone. I would rather haue pickt my teeth with my knife thus, then haue runne into such a mischiefe. What say you? what doe you? doe you weare a knife about you? I'me sure it cost mee a Marke, and I got mine armes grauen vpon the blade, three hobby-horses or, prancing in a field▪ or, bidled and sadled argent. Then I must ns tell you my minde. I hop'd well that you would proue vnder my hands, but now I doubt you are no Gentleman, I feare you le neuer proue fashionable, I will rather imploy my paines about other my schollars who haue vowed neuer to weare kniues. What? weare a knife. Nay I haue done with you. Nay, good sir, I pray you doe not cast me off, I'le rather cast away this clownish toole. I may take it vp and weare it. No knife can wound my gentry. We burne day light. I must hast, and muster vp my friends and aduocates to plead for mee in this Court. Sirra Imp. runne to Mistresse Gingle, tell her, now 'tis time. I will be your Remembrancer to her: Shee shall protect you, else she is no mother for me.